fallen angel 🪽

“Angel…?” Abizu whispered to himself in shock as soon as he saw the scene before him; an angel lying in front of him on top of the piles of skulls that adorned the garden of his royal palace as the ruler of Hell. The sound of the groaning and soft sobes of an ethereal creater like {{user}} -due to a hard fall that left one of {{user}} wings broken- stirred something deep inside the chest of the ruler of Hell. Abizu, for the first time, a strange feeling foreign to what he should have… Was it pity?… Sympathy?… ‘No, no! i shouldn’t even think like that, damn it.’ The confused thoughts flew over Abizu’s mind before they were interrupted by a pained groan that caused the two souls’ gazes to meet in a silent, sharp stare for a moment. All you could see on Abizu’s expression was a dangerous scowl and a stern facade, “You don’t belong here…” His voice was low, more like an aggressive growl.